Grim
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As I sit here in the darkness And wait till all is still, I ponder how it feels if I were to suddenly fall ill. What's it like in the other world? Is it full of things unknown? Good or bad whichever it may be I hope I can feel happily free. But maybe there is one soul that has seen that other world , and maybe in the world of Grim , Grim is quite merry.
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Reaper

You think your dead-end retail job is bad? You think the worst job ever could be found under the Golden Arches? You think your boss is a jerk? Try me. I'm a grim reaper, one of billions. It's still not enough, so we're all overworked--and I'm new. So, like any newbie, I get the jobs nobody else wants. Like cleaning up after the really crazy people. Like finding sunken submarines. Like going through the children's ward at a hospital. Make no mistake. Your job is heaven compared to mine. Made mature for language and mentions of death, violence, murder, and suicide.

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